Compost Gross

One of our neighbors drives a Hummer. Every time I see that thing barrel through the neighborhood, I feel a flower wilt and a baby sea turtle gasp its last breath. So, we try to do right by Mother Earth and actually registered for a compost bin when we got married. 

We received it.

We use it. All the time.

I didn't realize it before today, but if you don't empty it before you go out of town, it gets pretty sick. Right now in our bin it appears that an alien encased in white webbing is about to hatch out of a banana peel. I hope my husband feels grateful enough that I cooked him dinner to go dump this sh*& out!